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dragonlady7I am the stupidest human ever to have survived to adulthood.
I say this not to be theatrical, though it may be a tad exaggerated. I say this because it's true. I was confronted with the realization today that all this time, when people have called me an idiot, it wasn't because they were being mean, it was because it was true.
Let me explain.
Started off by waking up early this morning and trying to catch up on all the work I didn't do last night because I was too sleepy. I got a bit done, but not much.
I updated the voodoopad i was working on yesterday, and then decided to put it on the laptop so i could work on it from work a bit, especially while waiting for dave at the end of the day.
I couldn't connect the laptop to the iMac. Filesharing just wasn't working. Tried a couple different ways, wasn't working.
So I gave up after being quite annoyed with Dave and we both got surly. He uploaded the file I wanted to our webserver and we sulked off to work, mutually irritated.
I got to work.
Found it on the webserver.
Couldn't figure out how to download it.
Before you dismiss me just yet, at least it wasn't just over FTP-- I was using Zope's interface, and you can't simply click on it and download it. you have to go to the View pane and right-click on it.
So anyhow, ok, that's not that hard, but I didn't get it.
I spent the entire time I had to work on it before work trying to download it, and eventually gave up and used FTP on my Windows machine and fileshared that over.
Anyhow, the point is that I'm an idiot.
Work went in much the same vein. I couldn't do anything competently.
And I bit the inside of my lip 6 or 7 times-- very painfully.
Things were going all right at work, until the end of the day.
As usual, I came down the stairs and out through the lobby to outside the front of the building, where I sat under the overpass and waited for Dave to pull up.
As I was positioning myself to sit down, I somehow managed to turn my ankle.
Didn't just turn it, I sprained it, and sprained it good. Stars, crunching, the whole deal.
Excruciating pain.
I sat for half an hour gripping it with one hand in the mistaken belief that it would hurt more if I let go. (Eventually tried it. Hurt a lot either way.)
Nodded and smiled to everyone who went by.
Dave pulled up, and I hobbled into his car.
I'm at home now, on my bed, with an ice pack. dave's gone to get me a pizza for dinner. We're going to watch movies tonight, and eat giant bowls of ice cream.
We got Star Trek IV today from netflix-- good stuff, I'm told. (The one where shatner and nemoy admitted they were just screwing around for most of the movie.) So we'll start off with that.
I'm hoping my ankle recovers a bit by tomorrow so I can take Dave out to dinner like I said he would.
I might have to go to the doctor otherwise. Embarrassing.
But, it feels weak, and it hurts both in my foot and in the ankle, so it's not seeming too good-- probably ligament damage. Bastages!
I've got it iced, at least, and elevated, so I'm not being a total dumbass like my coworker who broke both feet over the course of six months... Anyhow.
I remain quite possibly the stupidest human to ever manage to survive this far into adulthood.
edit:
Just to point out how stupid I am, let me mention here that I totally forgot to post about the pants pixies.
I ascertained today that my good jeans no longer fit me. Nor do my old navy pinstripe pants. both are too large for me now.
Before you leap to any silly conclusions, let me finish. 1) No, all my other pants still fit: I haven't lost weight. Also, the scale records my weight as faithfully the same as ever. and 2) No, they didn't stretch out in the wash: I washed them each separately at different times in different conditions, and yes according to their care instructions. i'm careful with my laundry.
Inevitably I've concluded that pixies are real and they're out to get me. They stretch out select pairs of pants while I sleep. They've probably taken in others of my clothing. Just to screw with me.
And if there's a logical explanation I'm too dumb to figure it out!!!
I say this not to be theatrical, though it may be a tad exaggerated. I say this because it's true. I was confronted with the realization today that all this time, when people have called me an idiot, it wasn't because they were being mean, it was because it was true.
Let me explain.
Started off by waking up early this morning and trying to catch up on all the work I didn't do last night because I was too sleepy. I got a bit done, but not much.
I updated the voodoopad i was working on yesterday, and then decided to put it on the laptop so i could work on it from work a bit, especially while waiting for dave at the end of the day.
I couldn't connect the laptop to the iMac. Filesharing just wasn't working. Tried a couple different ways, wasn't working.
So I gave up after being quite annoyed with Dave and we both got surly. He uploaded the file I wanted to our webserver and we sulked off to work, mutually irritated.
I got to work.
Found it on the webserver.
Couldn't figure out how to download it.
Before you dismiss me just yet, at least it wasn't just over FTP-- I was using Zope's interface, and you can't simply click on it and download it. you have to go to the View pane and right-click on it.
So anyhow, ok, that's not that hard, but I didn't get it.
I spent the entire time I had to work on it before work trying to download it, and eventually gave up and used FTP on my Windows machine and fileshared that over.
Anyhow, the point is that I'm an idiot.
Work went in much the same vein. I couldn't do anything competently.
And I bit the inside of my lip 6 or 7 times-- very painfully.
Things were going all right at work, until the end of the day.
As usual, I came down the stairs and out through the lobby to outside the front of the building, where I sat under the overpass and waited for Dave to pull up.
As I was positioning myself to sit down, I somehow managed to turn my ankle.
Didn't just turn it, I sprained it, and sprained it good. Stars, crunching, the whole deal.
Excruciating pain.
I sat for half an hour gripping it with one hand in the mistaken belief that it would hurt more if I let go. (Eventually tried it. Hurt a lot either way.)
Nodded and smiled to everyone who went by.
Dave pulled up, and I hobbled into his car.
I'm at home now, on my bed, with an ice pack. dave's gone to get me a pizza for dinner. We're going to watch movies tonight, and eat giant bowls of ice cream.
We got Star Trek IV today from netflix-- good stuff, I'm told. (The one where shatner and nemoy admitted they were just screwing around for most of the movie.) So we'll start off with that.
I'm hoping my ankle recovers a bit by tomorrow so I can take Dave out to dinner like I said he would.
I might have to go to the doctor otherwise. Embarrassing.
But, it feels weak, and it hurts both in my foot and in the ankle, so it's not seeming too good-- probably ligament damage. Bastages!
I've got it iced, at least, and elevated, so I'm not being a total dumbass like my coworker who broke both feet over the course of six months... Anyhow.
I remain quite possibly the stupidest human to ever manage to survive this far into adulthood.
edit:
Just to point out how stupid I am, let me mention here that I totally forgot to post about the pants pixies.
I ascertained today that my good jeans no longer fit me. Nor do my old navy pinstripe pants. both are too large for me now.
Before you leap to any silly conclusions, let me finish. 1) No, all my other pants still fit: I haven't lost weight. Also, the scale records my weight as faithfully the same as ever. and 2) No, they didn't stretch out in the wash: I washed them each separately at different times in different conditions, and yes according to their care instructions. i'm careful with my laundry.
Inevitably I've concluded that pixies are real and they're out to get me. They stretch out select pairs of pants while I sleep. They've probably taken in others of my clothing. Just to screw with me.
And if there's a logical explanation I'm too dumb to figure it out!!!
